The waters of the pleasant flows
Murmur old forgotten tales.
Here was a jungle before the populace.
So I have heard the people say.
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Times have put our loyalty to a tearing test.
Let us cut our hands, then. Let us sew our lips.
Events have thrown me among soulless zombies.
Their eyes hold no shine; their words are not their own.
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Plead till the eyes of stars bleed tears.
O heart, beat yet fiercely in your cage of flesh!
Dusty lust commingles with the rare gems of fidelity.
Examine yet the goods of pledged loyalty.
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O wayfarer of the waste of sorrow, endure!
The caravans separated will meet tomorrow. Endure!
No sign guides the journey. Yet, there is the whole night to go.
A voice flows in every moment … Endure!
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The stories in the lip-bound silences are different.
The expressions of the sorrows of the heart are different.
In another climate grief was more tolerable,
But the events now burdening our lives are different.
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Last night, sleep embraced me in the trees.
There was a lullaby twirling among the trees.
The moon came out from the caves of the horizon.
A brush of fire painted the canopy of the trees.
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I wait for your announcement in my name..
A penalty to the crime of my defiance.
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Your beauty so emerges in the couplets of my ghazal,
As an unveiling Bilquees in the courtyards of Soleyman's.
Union and separation taste the same under your tyranny.
I cannot relish anymore the fruiting of forbearance.
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I remain lost in a reverie.
I am but like you.
O companion of the last spring,
This year I am alone.
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Do not give your ear to what Nasir, the maverick, has to say
The stories that a madman tells, surely, are inconsequent
The treasures of Yesterday…today they crumble all to dust
What lies in the palms of your hands today, make full of it!
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